I found another chapter and although I wanted to expand it with the real dance lesson I figure I can post it so you have something to read.
This should be the really last chapter, although I can recall a text of the dance itself, but I figure I never posted that one.
Again, all comments are welcome, and be strong in the lockdown.
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Meeting the lap dance teacher
"Mom..."
"Mom..."
"MOM!!"
Slowly Donna opened her eyes and looked around in a daze "What... what's going on...?"
"What is 'coming' on is more like it!" Trixy laughed, as she saw her mother's confused gaze.
Donna tried to recuperate, but she was just coming down from another orgasm. She recalled her night and tried to move around, noticing she was still strapped to the horrible machine.
"You've made quite a mess, again!" Trixy remarked.
She unstrapped her confused mother and helped her off the still pumping machine. With disgusting 'pops' the dildos came out, followed by an embarrassing flow of gelly blobs which splattered on the carpet below.
"Well, it was ruined anyway." Trixy remarked, as she steadied her mother. "Are you finished with everything?"
Donna was still not able to answer. She stood leaning on the computer table not really comprehending where she was, what was going on.
"You didn't really sleep, did you?" Trixy asked, as she hauled the machine away, "Bet you have never had a night like this before!"
Donna recalled the night vaguely. She had been fucked merciless all night. Her holes were sore and felt stretched out. She could feel the cool air inside her open holes.
"Did you finish your work?"
The questions just kept on coming but Donna was unable to answer any. Work, she indeed had work to do, but had she done it, had she finished? Donna focuses on the computer screen. It was a mixture of work and porn. She saw her online diary was open too.
She remembered vaguely she had, halfway through the night, decided to fix her diary, to at least finish something. And at some point, in the night, she remembered a rule about her having to watch porn.
But nothing was finished in the end. Had she been tired yesterday, today she was exhausted. She hadn't slept at all. She felt cramps in her legs from the impossible position she had been forced in all the time. She felt pain in her vagina and ass.
"Let's get you washed up and ready for the day."
Donna tried a humble smile to her daughter. She could use a bath.
"I have never had so much orgasms in my life." She thought, "And I didn't even enjoy them; it was just my body reacting to the constant stimuli. It was an exhausting, painful, torture. I feel muscle pains in place I didn't even knew I had muscles! And my body tingles all over and is covered in sweat."
"Come on..."
Donna felt the embarrassing tug of the leash on her collar and followed its lead. They went through the corridor to her room.
"Be quiet, Lisa is still sleeping." Trixy warned, as she quietly opened the door and pulled her mother inside.
Donna saw Lisa sleeping, still partially dressed. She obviously had been partying and was out cold. Donna was relieved; Lisa wouldn't wake up anytime soon.
"She came home late, drunk." Trixy whispered as they passed the bed. "Very drunk."
Trixy obviously expected a remark from her mother. She always told on her older sister, as younger sisters always do. But Donna said nothing.
Inside the cold bathroom, Donna automatically started to undress and fetched her enema.
Trixy looked on: "I always wondered how an enema was done, mom."
The tired Donna just smiled wearily, as she filled the enema bag with warm water. She also started the warm shower so the cold would go away.
On automated pilot she bent over and stuck the enema in her ass hole, letting the warm liquid flow into her. The warmth was wonderful.
Trixy bend down, next to her mother's face.
"How does it feel?" she asked curiously.
"At first it is a bit strange..." Donna mumbled, "But you get used to it..."
"Rules, mom."
"Sorry, Miss Trixy." Donna wearily replied.
She really didn't care about anything right now, let alone the stupid rules.
"Better." Trixy said, as she raised herself to inspect the tube going into her mother's ass.
"While the enema cleans your insides, we should further discuss todays activities." She continued. "I feel we, Lisa and I, deserve some special gifts and therefor I find you should give us your credit card.
"Yesterday we saw some new arrivals, but we only could buy the cheapest items. Because of what you are putting us through, we deserve some spoiling. So, you will allow us to buy the items we really wanted to buy yesterday. Do you agree?"
"Ok, Miss Trixy." Donna humbly replied.
"It will make Lisa feel good too, though she might max it out just for spite. But you don't mind, do you, Mother?"
"No, Miss Trixy..." Donna wanted to say something completely different. The last thing she could use right now was a maxed-out credit card.
"Yesterday was fun with Ninon, but I do miss the shopping trips with Ms. Brendan. You think she will take us out again, sometime soon?"
"I... I don't know, Miss Trixy."
"You can't ask her, mom?" Trixy pressed on, "She has a keen eye for luxury, and knows the best restaurants. And her driver is so cool."
"I...I can ask..., Miss Trixy."
"Oh, I would love that!" Trixy rambled on, "And just wait till you see what clothes we'll be buying today. I saw the most hottest pair of shoes!"
As Trixy excitedly went on to fantasize all she and her sister would buy, Donna fell asleep waiting for the enema cleansing her stomach. She more or less woke up when she was lifted up onto the toilet, to let her bowels empty themselves.
The humiliating sound and smell made her twinge.
"Eeeow, that's disgusting!" Trixy said, "Next time, I won't help you with that anymore."
"I'm sorry, Miss Trixy." Donna said, wondering if Trixy really thought she was helping.
Donna knew she actually just wanted to see Donna do her chores, out of curiosity.
She flushed as quickly as possible, as Trixy spraid the room with air freshener.
"Wow, mother, you can stink!" Trixy said smiling, as she held her nose.
Donna did not respond and went under the shower. The warm water was a welcome soothing of her battered, cold, body.
"Must you shave?" Trixy asked curiously.
"Well, yes, I do, Miss Trixy." Donna replied to her daughter.
"Oh." Trixy said, disappointed. "I thought you were had hair removal done down there."
"Not all of it, Miss Trixy."
"Ok. So, what part was done?" Trixy inquiered, obviously wanting to know everything of the new life of her mother.
Donna pointed out the triangle where her hair could still grow. She hid her face in the stream of water from the douche, as she still felt rather awkward, showing her daughter her naked vagina.
"I leave you alone now, I must get your clothing for the day ready."
And with that Donna was finally alone again. She so much needed a few moments on her own to recuperate. Trixy was invading her private space a bit too much.
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The warm water felt wonderful, but she knew she couldn't stay too long; she had to finish work, get breakfast ready and fix up her diary, all before her dancing lessons would start. And she didn't even know what time that would be!
Nervous because of all the things to do, she quickly stepped out of the shower, dried and dragged herself into her bedroom. There, Trixy was busy going through her wardrobe, which was now full of skimpy outfits. Trixy obviously had a blast as she had checked out the too short skirts the ridiculous t-shirts, blouses, the strings, the push-up bras. Donna didn't remember buying those items.
"Ah, there you are!" Trixy said excitedly, "I was thinking something very short, very revealing, since you'll be lap dancing later on."
Donna looked miserable at the clothes Trixy had already selected. They were laid on the bed, around the passed-out Lisa.
"Oh, look! put this on!" Trixy said exited, as she held up a very small string.
She threw it to Donna, who fumbled wearily to catch it.
"I didn't know so many words could be placed on such a small fabric!"
In tiny letters the text 'Love to Fuck' was woven right over the part 'covering' her pussy.
"That must be made especially for lap dancers; you can only read it when you're really close-up." Trixy said, trying to humiliate her mother.
Donna smiled, not knowing what else to do, and pulled the string on.
"Now what skirt would go with that string..." Trixy said, as she looked at the ones she collected on the bed.
"Here, try that on." Trixy pointed to a short cut-off T-shirt stating: 'Private Dancer', "And use that bra."
Donna meekly fit the push-up bra on and then pulled the T-shirt on. The combination made her breast pop out obscenely.
"Naah," , Trixy stated, "Too ordinary."
She made Donna try on several other barely-there outfits, until she finally decided on a short blue see-through dress which ended just below Donna's ass. It looked more like a night gown than a dress, but Donna couldn't complain.
"There... Now for the legs and feet, and then you can go and do your make up."
Another short fashion show, showing of her new sets of clothing, took place, until Trixy finally decided on blue stockings and some see through high heeled pumps.
"Now you look perfect!" Trixy said, as she guided her mother to the long mirror in the room.
